In the land of Ordon the tale of Henrik Cristobol lingers on the hearts and minds of all the inhabitants. Born of royal blood, the son of the king, Henrik had the kingdom at his fingertips. But Henrik did not want s life of royalty. He dreamt of s life among the common folks interacting and conversing with the people and hearing the stories of the world. His father was adamant that Henrik follow in his footsteps. Henrik was put into combat training at a young age, he became a force to be reckoned with at close range and his stealth and quickness was unmatched. By the time of his teens he became more interested in the life hid father lived before he was born. He discovered his father as a master at games of chance. Cards, dice he could put anyone in their place at the table. Those days were long gone though and the mighty king chose his path of royalty and leadership. Despite this Henrik was so intrigued and pleaded with his father to teach him how to be a master of the table. His father reluctantly accepted. After awhile Henrik was a formidable foe not just in the battlefield but when there is nothing separating him from you except a deck of cards. All of the townspeople began to learn of Henrik’s sleight of hand at the table and began watching him. Games went from lowly back alley affairs to grand spectacles where many people would show just to watch. Not all were impressed; one man the evil wizard Sark saw a weakness forming in the great Kings eyes as he watched his son clean house. He knew what a problem the king had over come to leave the games behind and how it almost cost him everything. Little did Henrik know that simply wanting to learn a part of his father’s past would cost him dearly. Sark approached henrik and challenged him to a game; he knew of the evils in Sarks past and refused saying “your evils ways would only taint the most respectable of games”. Sark knew that his father would not be able to resist the prize he could offer… Immortality. While out for an evening stroll Henrik heard a loud rumble and a scream from the castle. He knew the voice instantly. “Father!” he yelled as he ran twards the gates. As he approached the gate he yelled to the guard “open the gate!" to which he heard no reply. “IT IS I HENRIK SON OF THE KING, I COMMAND YOU TO OPEN THE GATE” The guard turned and henrik stepped back. The guards face was gone. Nothing but a black swirling cloud of evil. “What the hell are you and where is my father”. Henrik didn’t wait for a reply and went to climb the gate. As soon as he touched the gate it was as if time froze, Sarks voice filled his head. “You pathetic fool, you may not have accepted my challenge but I knew your father wasn’t as strong heated as you. I am now king of Ordon and you can do nothing to stop my evil work, I have banished your father into the gap between dimensions and you will never break this curse! MWAHAHAHAHAHA.” As Sarks voice faded henrik noticed it was now mid day and he was in the town square. “THERE HE IS SIEZE HIM!” he heard. 10 guards with the same black faces where heading towards him. Henrik had no choice but to run. The only place he could think to go was the card haus. He ran inside and yelled “friends you must help there are evil men after me!” “He is here capture him the reward is ours”. Henrik then realized that the evil curse has brainwashed all of the town’s people. They all believe he is some sort of criminal. With no other choice henrik had to flee the land of Ordon and seek help from others that weren’t under this evil spell, and to hone his skills to become even more powerful. With no resources Henrik had to use his gambling skills to earn what little he could, but he knew one day he would return to Ordon to bring vengeance to his father and the people.
